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DESTINY UNDER CONSTRUCTION - CHAPTER 2
A/N: Well, this took a while. Sorry for the long wait, my friends. Real life and no inspiration and all that shit ... you know how life is, therefore I spare you all the gory details and simply hope you'll enjoy this second part of Everlark's painful journey to their happily ever after. You're in for a ride, guys! ;)
Many, many thanks to wonderful @xerxia31 for edits and suggestions ... and for making me remember that there's still a story out there for me to finish. Thank you, hon! Really, I would be totally lost without you.
For all of you who missed Chapter 1, or simply want to refresh their memory (it's eons since I posted that first part, geez!), here's the LINK.
Enough of the talking, you're here to read. Don't let me keep you. ;)
Hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts.
Love,
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DESTINY UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Chapter 2 - Tuesday, the Bitch
Tuesday is a bitch.
I mean, literally. Tuesday is the biggest asshole of the seven sisters of the week. She constantly envies Sunday for being the youngest (and prettiest, but nobody is bold enough to tell her that to the face) but on the other hand rules like a dictator over her younger siblings. Only Monday has a little control over her, but that's simply because she's the actual firstborn.
While most of the time Monday is pretty decent, giving people time to adjust to the new week, Tuesday loves to torture them. Ever wondered why the phone never stops ringing as soon as your Tuesday workday starts?
Tuesday is also constantly on diet, therefore whenever she gets the chance, she makes you miss lunch.
And TV? Man, she has the worst taste ever. I mean American Idol? What season are they on now, thirty-seven or something?
What. The actual. Fuck?!
Also, things we know that happened on a Tuesday:
The Wall Street Crash was on October 29th, 1929. It's known as Black Tuesday.
Christmas nearly never falls on a Tuesday; it's more likely on any other day of the week.
Elvis died on a Tuesday.
I wonder if you'd hear brain activity when you put her on an EEG. Probably not, because when Big Deity, or God, or Allah, or however you want to call the Almighty, gave out brains, Tuesday was shopping for shoes or some other shit. When it comes to her, that blonde hotel heiress bimbo seems like the next Einstein.
Oh, and don't let me get started on that annoying sound that's her voice. She constantly sounds like squeaking tires, for fuck's sake.
Do I need to continue? I'm quite sure you get the picture I'm drawing here. You can probably guess, there's no love lost between me and her.
So of course my idiot brother screws her.
"Don't be mean," he keeps telling me. "She can bend like a pretzel!"
Therefore it was very, very, very unfortunate that I had to ask a favor from her. I would rather have pulled my nails off, seriously.
But let's start from the beginning.
After the failed attempt to finally bring the destined souls of Katniss and Peeta together, I promised myself I’d work this out as fast as possible. So, Rogue and I sat down and started research. Yes, boring, I know. But we have to check out backgrounds and stuff like that just the same, to be prepared for what's to do and what's to come.
Well, Rogue does it mostly because he's a nosy bastard, but whatev.
Because neither Katniss or Peeta are spies or any other protected identity, we figured out their backgrounds pretty quickly.
In corner no. 1: Peeta Mellark, nearly thirty, single. He is co-owner of Mellark's Bakery & Bistro, which he founded together with his older brother Ryeland. He drinks his tea with no sugar, always double knots his shoelaces, works out regularly, is a part-time artist. He's also kind, funny and considerate. Volunteers every other Saturday at the youth center, and donates leftovers from his business to the food bank.
All in all he's a goody two shoes with killer abs and a pretty smile. He keeps his honey blonde hair short and sometimes forgets to shave, which accentuates his chiseled jaw perfectly. To top it off, I never saw a man with prettier eyelashes than Peeta Mellark. So, all in all the whole man is very swoon worthy.
In the other corner: Katniss Everdeen, also nearly thirty, also single. After her father died, her mother fell victim to a deep depression and was unable to care for her children. Thankfully, her godfather - one of her father's best friends - and his wife, Haymitch and Effie Abernathy, stepped in. They took custody of Katniss and her sister, Primrose. After finishing college with a business degree, Katniss joined the firm her father and his two best friends had started: AEH Plumbing Co. She decided to learn the trade from scratch.
She works out three times a week, together with her best friend and coworker, Gale Hawthorne. Who - as we found out at that point - is the male part of strawberry red couple. The circle closes.
She's loyal to the bone; sometimes seems rude and offensive, when she's really just straightforward and honest.
With her near ebony hair, silver eyes and olive complexion, paired with her no-shit attitude, Katniss has an effect on people, but isn't aware of it.
At this point Rogue decided we were done with research.
"Background check-ups get boring so fast, Des," he whined while twirling around in the swivel chair of my home office. "Let's start working on them meeting!"
I rolled my eyes at him, writing down another information I got on my fatees (Katniss: slightly allergic to pomegranates). "Research is important, twerp!"
He ignored me and continued his pirouettes with the chair.
When he suddenly jumped up, it was only in the last second I was able to hold onto the table in front of me before falling out of my own chair. Grabbing my upper arms he started to shake me, nearly giving me a concussion.
"I've got it!" he screamed full of excitement, making my ears ring. "You're gonna love it!"
I was sure I was gonna hate it.
"We're gonna make his pipe burst!"
Jesus Fucking Christ?! Was he serious?! I was right, I hated the idea.
xXx
Half an hour later - and after explaining that his first blurt was actually not any kind of sexual innuendo for once - I had to admit that my brother's plan had some potential.
(For whatever reason he started to refer to it as Project Everlark.)
Step 1: Arrange for both businesses to have an extra slow day.
Step 2: Make the pipe in Peeta's business kitchen burst.
Step 3: Manipulate the Yellow Pages so AEH Plumbing Co. is the first one to appear.
Step 4: Make sure Katniss will respond to the emergency call and be there ASAP.
Step 5: Watch Everlark overcome all obstacles and join in blissful happiness for all eternity.
Easy as pie, right?
Wrong! Because after some more research we realized the slowest day for both was surprisingly the second one of the week. And that was where obnoxious Tuesday had to come into the picture.
First I tried to shift the responsibility for that onto Rogue; sweet-talk her vagina into cooperating or something to this regard. But it took not even 24 hours for my brother to dash my hopes of not having to encounter the devil's spawn.
"Told me you have to ask her yourself," he muttered around a mouthful of doner kebab, sauce dripping from the corner of his mouth onto his black shirt. Sometimes he really acts like a disgusting pig.
"How can you fuck her?! That bitch is such a nuisance. Wouldn't be surprised if she had all kind of kinks. Does she like to be peed on or some other shit?" I deadpanned, but Rogue just shrugged and continued to devour his lunch. Rolling my eyes at him, I turned to the door to get that annoying hurdle out of the way, my insides simmering with suppressed anger.
To top the unsavory circumstance of having to kowtow, I actually had to visit Week's Wonderful Wellness World. It's the business the sisters spend time at when they're not busy with their appointed day.
I'd rather watch grass grow.
(Okay, I admit, Thursday is a genius when it comes to manicures, really, and nobody gets a waxing done like Saturday. But still …)
I arrived twenty minutes later and the bitch made me wait another twenty for her. When she finally stepped into the entrance area of WWWW I was two seconds away from erupting into Special Effects and shorten the week to six days.
"Dee-dee!" she exclaimed in her fake squeaky-tires-voice and that damn nickname she always addressed me with, grabbed me and air kissed my cheeks. "Friday just told me this moment you're waiting out here, else I would have come right away, of course."
"Of course." The hiss escaping me sounded like a rattlesnake, but I was fast to clear my throat and continue semi-nice, "If you've got a minute, there's a business matter I'd like to discuss with you."
"I'm all ears," she purred, her eyes gleaming viciously, nearly elated, because she knew I had to ask a favor from her. Stupid cow!
"You see …" I started and explained the situation to her, although I was quite sure Rogue already told enough for her to get the picture.
When I had finished I could have sworn for a second her eyes flashed red, her lips turning into a patronizing smirk. It took everything I had in me to keep seated and not jump over the small table between us to strangle her with her own, badly made, extensions.
"So," she drew the word out like bubblegum, hands and knees crossed, and looking downright diabolic. "If I see this correctly - and I'm always seeing stuff correctly - you want me to interfere with the schedules of those two individuals so no one else interferes there? Interesting."
That bitch would make me crawl on my knees to beg for her help, I knew it.
And somewhen, somewhere - when nobody would ever expect it - I would make her pay for that.
xXx
Tuesday and I came to an understanding. The second day of the following week she would keep both businesses suspiciously quiet.
What the promise of front row seats of whatever in-designer she named at New York Fashion Week and a pair of Louboutin's newest shoe collection can do is baffling. I owe Cousin Beau big.
Step 1 had been completed, so the following days were spent with planning, arranging and trying to get every possible angle covered. Rogue was, to my surprise, completely invested into the scheme. As soon as research stopped he plunged into Everlark's Meet Cute.
Tuesday - the actual day - arrived faster than we anticipated. My brother and I decided to overlook one fatee each. Therefore I was at Katniss' place of work at the moment, waiting for the call from Mellark's Bakery & Bistro, while he took position with Peeta and his brother Rye.
"It's suspiciously quiet today," Gale muttered at that moment, his head buried somewhere in the depths of a shelf, sorting through various supplies.
"Geez, Gale!" Katniss glared at him, looking up from the book she was reading. Her feet were crossed on the desk in front of her while one finger absentmindedly twirled the end of her braid around. "Now you tempted fate."
Ha! If only you knew …
I felt the familiar giddiness rising within me whenever one of my schemes was about to play out. A second later Rogue sent me the mental "Go", and with a snap of my fingers Gale had the urgent need to visit the bathroom just as the phone started to ring.
"See?" she grumbled after him, glaring at his retreating back.
With her partner indisposed, Katniss marked the page in her book, planted her feet back on the ground and grabbed the phone.
"AEH Plumbing, Katniss speaking. How may I help you?"
Being a deity has its perks, let me tell you. Like right now, when I wouldn't miss the other side of the conversation but simply could hear in with another snip of my fingers.
"Oh, hi. Hi Katniss," came the immediate response. "This is Peeta Mellark from Mellark's Bakery & Bistro. How are you this fine afternoon? It seems we have a little situation here at the shop were we'd need your help as soon as possible. You don't happen to have a free slot at the moment, do you?" His voice was in full charm-mode, even I fell a little bit for it. This guy was really good, silver-tongued and confident and enchanting.
It made Katniss smile a little, and her forest green actually faded into a lighter shade. Only from talking! "Well, Mr. Mellark-"
"Peeta," he interrupted. "Just Peeta. Mr. Mellark makes me think of my father." He sounded like he was smiling when he said that.
Katniss chuckled. "Okay, Just Peeta. You're in luck, we have a slow day here. What's the problem?"
"My pipe burst and now the kitchen is flooded."
He said it so matter of factly, I could tell by the way she bit down on her bottom lip she had to hold back a bark of laughter. A flooded kitchen wasn't something to laugh about after all.
"I can see why this is kinda an emergency," Katniss answered instead, at the same time grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. "One important thing first: Did you turn off the main water-tap already?"
This was followed by a couple seconds of silence, before a muffled call was heard. "Rye! Run into the basement and turn off the main water-tap!" Some rustling and Peeta was back talking to Katniss. "Man, I feel really stupid right now."
Katniss laughed out loud at that. "Don't," she reassured in between chuckles. "These are exceptional circumstances, and the most logical things often don't come to mind right away. Give me the address and I'll be there as fast as I can."
Peeta gave her the details and after profuse thanks from his side and a little giggle and another promise to hurry from her's, they hung up and Katniss started to organise the things she would need for the repairs.
Her forest green soul-color was nearly invisible, and my inner warrior queen screamed in triumph. I loved when plans worked out!
Being totally engrossed in self-praise, I missed Gale stepping back into the office, whistling the Indiana Jones theme. Only when he stopped in surprise after discovering the not so small smile on his best friend's face, did I register his presence. "You look like … wait, how's the saying? Something with the cat and the canary. Or was it whipped cream? Whatev. You look like a freakin' cat who got the canary which rolled around in whipping cream to make dessert."
Katniss paused the packing and looked up, scowl back in place. "What?!"
"You're smiling like a goof, Kat. You never do that. What happened?"
Okay, this was inconvenient, her forest green got a little intenser again. Gale Hawthorne stole all her magic mojo, and I couldn't just watch and let him ruin all my efforts. Once again I snapped my fingers and the phone rang again. Katniss grabbed the keys from one of their working trucks, her cell and the couple supplies she gathered, and mentioned to Gale that she was heading out, which he simply acknowledged with a nod while picking up the phone.
Phew, another crisis averted. Yay me!
I spent the journey over to Mellark's sitting on the roof of the working truck and singing along to The Winner Takes It All, cutting off all my mental connections to simply enjoy my moment of victory. Man, I was a freakin' genius. Coming up with this plan was some really nice work … okay, with a little help from my idiot brother. Even I could admit that. Reluctantly.
The drive took about 20 minutes, and because I was impatient to fulfill my calling, to join the destined souls, to … yadda, yadda, yadda … Katniss mysteriously caught a parking spot right in front of the shop.
Love me my finger snips, wrist bends and blinkings. They really come in handy in situations like these, you have no idea.
After gathering all her things, Katniss exited the car and walked over to the entrance with a visible spring in her step. Even her soul-color sizzled, splashes of orange already flickering up.
"Hello?" I heard her calling into the room as soon as the ringing of the little bell above the door had stopped. Even in that single word was a hint of excitement noticeable.
Just you wait, Missy, I tought. You'll be in for the surprise of your life.
"One moment, please!" the answering call came from the back, and suddenly everything within me froze.
That voice …
"What the fuck?!" I whispered to myself just as the swinging door to the kitchen was pushed open and instead of Peeta Mellark his brother Rye stepped into the shopfront.
His applegreen soul-color brother!
"Hey, I tried to warn you, but you had to cut our mental connection," Rogue chose this moment to deadpan. "Not going to take any blame for this one."
"What the fuck?!" I repeated, still completely flabbergasted, while I had to watch Rye Mellark's applegreen clashing nicely with Katniss' again very intense forest green. No traces of orange left. The shock sat so deep in my bones, I couldn't even follow their conversation. "Where's Peeta?"
"Away," came my brother's voice again from my right side. My head swiftly turned in his direction, and as soon as I saw his face, I knew something had gone wrong.
Something we hadn't anticipated.
But my heart didn't want to acknowledge that yet.
"What do you mean 'away'? That's not possible!" My outburst was paired with a couple sparks flying around me, one even searing a small hole in Rogue's sweater. "We thought of everything! There's no way for him to be away. NO WAY!" I abruptly stopped when a single thought came to my mind. "Unless …" Murderous eyes turned once again to my brother. "Rogue! I swear to all deities-"
"Sorry, Sis," he interrupted quickly, hands raised in a placating manner. "This time I had nothing to do with it."
"Then what-"
"This is completely on yourself, Dee." With these words he handed me a folded piece of paper. As soon as I held it in hands, he took several steps away from me. In the background I saw Rye and Katniss laughing with each other.
Fucking great! My anger flared even higher. It's the wrong fucking brother!
Suppressing my frustration I unfolded the letter and started to read the couple lines in neat handwriting on it.
"Let me explain a deal to you, Dee-dee: Party A agrees to arrange certain things if Party B can fulfill certain requirements. In other words: Next time you ask your incompetent cousin Beau to help out, maybe make sure he gets the instructions right. There's nothing I'm less interested in than sitting in the first row of Valentino's Fashion Show, when Cinna's the one I asked for. And what the fuck should I need last spring's Louboutin's for? They're like, so last season! Sorry, my dear, but in that case: No deal! Wish you a fabulous rest of the week! xoxo, Tuesday."
I had to read this effrontery twice more before fully registering what just had taken place.
"THAT FUCKING BITCH!?"
My scream - although being invisible and mute for the humans at the moment - made some cups on the counter shake, which made Katniss and Rye stop their conversation in surprise. At least something good came from my outburst. They went back to business, stepping together into the kitchen, but it didn't even register with me.
Later, after I calmed down, my brother told me my aura was actually in flames in that moment.
Fuming, I once again turned to Rogue. My Special Effects were in full swing, my voice sounding like a demon from the underworld. "Explain."
Rogue is a mischievous dumbass, but you have to give him credit for never being a coward, even when facing his irrational, pissed off, way more powerful, older sister.
"So, I'm pretty sure I don't have to explain the Why …"
"ROGUE!"
"Okay, okay," he tried to calm the situation down. "You had just cut the mental connection, when Tuesday stepped through the door, pushed the message for you into my hands and then walked into the kitchen. I followed her, of course. Next thing I know she's blowing her voodoo-sparkles over the Mellark brothers before disappearing again. She didn't even say a single word the whole time. The blink of an eye later the telephone rings. A hysterical mother of a bride. Their wedding cake baker went out of business four days before the reception. Poof, just like that, and took their deposit, too! How could they feed cake to 350 people now, she asked. And because Peeta is a gentle soul, he reassured her and agreed to an emergency meeting, even though he desperately wanted to meet the pretty voice named Katniss. And then Rye agreed to take over the pipe-dilemma. Two minutes later you arrived."
After Rogue finished with the explanation, my hot rage had simmered down to bone deep frustration.
Two minutes. Two fucking minutes!
When the time was right the bitch was going to pay. I had all eternity to plan my revenge.
But first I had to figure out another way to make Katniss and Peeta finally find each other. I would sink with that ship. Everlark would be Endgame, if it was the last thing I ever accomplished.
Awesome! Everything the whole debacle helped to generate was me referring to them as Everlark now, too.
Thanks for fucking nothing.
To Be Continued
#LitLifeLovers stories#everlark#soulmate!au#destiny under construction#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#my ocs#rogue is my fave#tuesday is such a bitch
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